Mike Harris was seventeen years old when the worst blizzard ever to hit Chelmsford forest struck in December 1986. That is when this story really begins. But first we need to learn a little about Mike Harris before that fateful winter's day. Mike's father had left the family home when he was still a baby. He lived at home with his mother Doris and his older...
Chapter 02: The Taming of Tiffany It had been several weeks since my encounter with Jessica, actually closer to a month. She had emailed me a few times explaining how much she enjoyed our experience. We were emailing back and forth a bit trying to get to know each other, and things seemed to be going well. We talked about the things we seemed to have in com...
"So what kind of kinky fun can I have with you Slave?" Becky slowly examined each item Paul had set out on the bed. "Wow, you have quite a collection here and a major pantyhose fetish too, don't you Slave?" Paul was speechless until Becky slapped him hard on the thigh. "Slaves answer when they are asked a question." "Yes, Mistress, I have a fetish fo...
Grace fell asleep in Ron's arms. They woke up the next morning and Ron looked into Grace's eyes and said, "Last night was one of the best love making I ever experienced." Grace was rubbing her hand all over Ron's chest and said, "You were wonderful to me. I know I have never experienced anything like that. I never knew I could get so excited. Your chest and...
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I personally am not into watersports, but since I am into pleasing men no matter what their fetish is, I have had a very experience with that! It was a couple of years ago, when I was at a bar and strutting around in four inch heeled ankle boots, a short black low cut dress, and sheer stockings with no panties. Two guys came on to me and the next thing I kne...
Okay, so maybe I did sleep with my college professor to raise my calculus grade, but does that give someone the right to ruin my life? My Behavioral Studies teacher, Miss Compton, apparently thinks it does. When she found out about my rendezvous with my calculus teacher, Miss Compton threatened to have me expelled from college and threatened to nullify my tr...
These two chapters, his and hers versions, describe something close to what really happened. The accounts are based on true events but embellished, hopefully for erotic value. All this took place back in the wonderful days before AIDS, before rampant STDs, and before thigh-high stockings replaced pantyhose as standard leg wear for the American woman. Yes,...
My story was going nowhere. I'd been working on it at night for several weeks, writing a page or two at a time, deleting most, keeping only a fraction of what I started with. But I was having a lot of trouble writing the female character. I just couldn't get into her mindset. I wasn't proud of what I was doing, but I was working on an adult fiction story fo...
This story is entirely fictionally and any resemblance to any living person is purely coincidental. All parties in the story are at least 18 or older. * It was the winter concert of my senior year of high school. My name is Luke and her name is Hope. I was a chubby white kid, about 5'10" and 235 lbs, who played trumpet and she was a curvy biracial clarinet...